Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?
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I find myself back in this dream ‘Summoning a Shire horse.’ from the 4th April 2008, only it is night time in this version of the drama.I watch at a distance as a warrior knight clad in knurled Dark Ages nobbly armor slashes and hacks his way through the petrified brambles and thorny vines of the forest, he is heading towards the direction of the ancient chateau situated on top of the mountain.
Although I watch the knight detachedly I feel a common, shared duality with him. The knight cuts his swathe through the tangled undergrowth and eventually arrives at the foot of the mountain, just as the knight is about to make his way up to the summit an immense dragon slithers out from a slimy grotto like hole at the base of the mountain.
The knight is taken by surprise, embraced suffocatingly by arrow tipped octopus like tentacles before being picked up like a titchy Tom Thumb in the claw of the very anthropomorphically human feminine dragon, the little knight tries to chip and chisel at the huge brightly colored armored platelets of the dragon with his tiny silver sword but all to no avail, the dragoness tosses the knight into her mouth and then gobbles him down whole like a little snack.
I join the Jonahesque knight inside the dark fleshy coils of the dragons belly there is candle light coming from somewhere (?) offering soft illumination. The knight takes out his sword which looks a little like a silver darning needle and starts to slice his way through the dragon from the inside out.
I return back to my vantage point outside somewhere in the forest to see the distressed dragon wailing and flailing in its death throws, there is a lurching, gurgling and a grim gargling death rattle and the titanic beast collapses to forest floor with a ground shaking thud.
A few fidgety muscle twitching moments pass before a thin gaping slice briefly appears across the ancient beasts belly immediately followed by the grotesque sight of the beasts steaming bloated innards spilling out onto the forest floor followed not long after by a very bloody and messy knight sliding and untangling himself from the gross entrails.
Now unhindered I watch more closely as if one with the knight as he makes his way up to the ruined castle, the warrior enters a roofed amphitheatre with moonlit shining down through a high up grilled manhole cover onto what vaguely looks like the deserted bullfighting ring from this dream ‘The bullfight.’ from the 25th July 2008.
A buxom voluptuous naked maiden is tied to a large wooden ‘X’ shaped cross on a pedestal or alter at the centre rear of the amphitheatre. I as both the knight and my watching self walk down to where the maiden is, I notice that there is a black oil oozing from the pores of my armor exactly like the transformed Victorian woman had happen to her in this recent dream ‘Black magic down under.’ from Monday the 8th of December.
I see on the woman’s face that she thinks I have come to save and rescue her, I make my way down some steps to the wriggling maiden but feeling somehow different, perhaps less soft, either way instead of untying her I take advantage of her plight and remove the armor covering my groin and profiting from her bondage I have her sexually for my own pleasures.
As the woman squirms I clasp her head and long golden locks in my huge gauntlets and give her a suffocating endless kiss as if to silence her, the maiden soon seems to yield willingly under my tight embrace, regardless of the tense situation its as if we are entwined in a psychological game of our own making, both knowing that we are acting out separate roles for some higher end.
After I have finished having my way with the maiden I turn and walk away feeling very satisfied and selfishly fulfilled, I walk up the steps out from the dungeon like sanctum I turn for one last look at the fair woman as if surveying a conquest.
But much to my surprise the ‘X’ shaped cross and chains are now unoccupied and the maiden has disappeared, in the shaft of moonlight pouring down through the manhole I see a beautiful African turquoise butterfly flitting and fluttering up out through the cell, on through the grill of the manhole cover and on up towards the moon.
Additional Comments:
Thoughts: This feels like something of a culmination dream of many past ones and contains many firsts for me as far as how some of the dream dramas panned out. Of all of the symbolism in the dream the most significant and important detail almost certainly felt to me to be the grilled manhole cover set in the domed ceiling of the amphitheatre (a symbolic representation of the psychological centre and/or head), in both its literal or grammatical sense of ‘Man’ hole and also its location and the part it played in the dream.Dream 2: Sexual shopping – It is daytime and I find myself in my childhood hometown I have been invited here by my sister-in-law and husband, my wife is also present and appears to have had a hand in arranging this day out. My sister-in-law and her husband are walking through the streets which are lined with outdoor shops selling sex toys, bizarrely my in-laws have a shopping trolley with them and are picking and choosing the erotic gadgets and placing them into the shopping trolley as casually as if they were doing their grocery shopping, the brother-in-law places an unusual red rubber gadget into the basket and says as if happy to of found it “Ah! A ‘Gain’” I pick it up after he’s placed the strange to look at it more closely and see that it looks like two strange conjoined rubbery bangles with large spherical balls running around it, the strange thing is squishy and captures my attention for a short while. Later back at their house we all of have something of an intimate orgy or a foursome after which an older tall lean lady with a terse demeanor and tightly swept back pony tail enters the room, she is dressed in a long white laboratory coat and holds a clip board tucked under her arm. The women has a very serious analytical air and interviews me asking many questions such as which of the sex toys was my favorite, how I would rate them and what improvements would I make to them if I had the possibility.
